The Game - West Really lyrics

[Verse 1: Eastwood] Yo, I'm Eastwood South Central California where them chevy's ridin' high Black and chrome y's on them 30 inch tires Young'n movin' off the block Tryin' stack that quarter in my a** crack Pushin' up the block couple burners in my backpack I been cheeked to the feinds I'm east snow the ryan [?] The new west coast rap young Kobe Bryant There is no raider, So don't even try it [?] You needa seize me to plan B, don't take it private This here ain't meant for y'all Better switch your game up and watch your ego fall Im fresh through the city With semis to find a victim blowin' big Dark tint In the Bentley worth every penny I'm a boss, so pay me the game, I keep 'em with me West coast Jay Rock and the game like west really Eastwood when it comes to the flow I bet silly We the city L.A We the hood of L.A [Hook] We in the city of why's like what's up at my n***as in the projects South central LA, we finna pop next You rap cats and rapping the streets why Compton California, we living the street life And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me [Verse 2: Game] Givin' it up for my Compton n***as Watts k**ers Englewood bangers South central monsters L.B.-C slangers In that cutla** supreme on gold Daytonas, my chopper ridin' shotgun n***a I'm sprayin' corners Like e'r day e'r day Three wheel motion down slawson n***as pay to see the game flossin' Goin' off Me and J Pourin' out liquor cause my n***a 2Pac can't see the day n***a tryin' to go platinum, I did that in '01 Bring your b**h around, I did that in '01 East, no the beast "Mr. f** the police!" Pull Glocks, bust shots n***a see me in the streets [?] Got some n***a's the be truth up Hop out of Lambo's wear strings and some new chucks I am the LA streets And if you know like i know West coast n***as f**ing with the b**h [Hook] We in the city of why's like what's up at my n***as in the projects South central LA, we finna pop next You rap cats and rapping the streets why Compton California, we living the street life And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me [Verse 3: Jay Rock] They call watts finest, Jay Rock's my name Runaway slave I'm so off the chain Watts up to every tribe in the watts Why spit it for y'all i hold it down for the block Yeah call me Los-Angeles The project's my campus Find me on the block stackin' bread like sandwiches Rollin in the Fleetwood Wit my n***a Eastwood Red and blue make green Cali n***as, we eat good Ese's ride wit me Oh he's so loco Throwin' up the W, leanin' like a cholo Don't mean it? Trouble you Hub in a dub in it A party ain't a party Till you got some bloods in it Don't get it ruined I f** with my low goons Big Snoop Dogg holla at your young haul Roll it up it feels good to be high Top dog gettin' chiefed west coast we gun ride [Hook] We in the city of why's like what's up at my n***as in the projects South central LA, we finna pop next You rap cats and rapping the streets why Compton California, we living the street life And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me And we do it for the whole city West coast stand up, homie say it with me